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Don't Be Afraid

By: lilhobbit37



I closed my eyes as she slipped quietly into the room. I felt her lift the covers and softly slide in beside me, trying not to move around too much, thinking I was still asleep. I knew I couldn't hide the wetness on the pillow where my tears had fallen. She looked at my still form and gently kissed my forehead. "Baby I know you are awake. What's bothering you?" She whispered softly, while reaching up to push my hair out of my face. I opened my eyes hesitantly to see her concern etched on her face. I leaned into her and softly sniffled as she reached around me to pull me closer. "I am here now. It is ok. You are safe." She held me close rocking me slowly as I clung to her. "I love you sis."

Let me start at the beginning. We didn't always have this relationship. There was a time when we both played carefree together in the park, coming home hand in hand to eat supper just to run back outside again. Then everything changed. Our mother married Bob. And I hated Bob with a passion. His eyes burned into me, watching every movement I made. I stopped going out to play. Danielle sensed something was up. So one day she came to me and asked me straight out, "Has Bob ever hurt you?" My silence said everything she needed to know. That day she stopped going out to play too. She vowed he would never hurt me again. But she was just a child too. Maybe I should mention that we were twins. We shared everything up until that secret. And her discovery of it affirmed that we would never hide anything from each other again.

That night he came to my room again. She was asleep in the bed beside mine, unaware until she heard my soft crying after he left. She climbed into bed with me and held me as I shook. This became our ritual until we reached 18. By then she had gotten a job and saved up enough money to get a small apartment. We finally moved out and got away from him. But I still cried every night, shaking, sometimes waking up screaming. And always she was there, holding me and comforting me. Back to what was happening tonight.

As I looked into her green eyes I whispered softly, "Danny, I don't want to be scared anymore." She looked deep into my eyes. "I know he won't hurt me here. But I still get scared. But I also feel so many other things, things I am scared of even more. Even though I hated what he did, my body liked it sometimes. Danny, what I am trying to say is I am afraid of sex, but I need it so much it hurts. I don't know what to do." I began sobbing again as I clung to her, looking for comfort, compassion, and something else I wasn't aware I wanted.

"Shhhh its ok baby I am here now. Don't cry. I love you so much sis and I want you to be ok. Anything I can do to help you feel better I will. Let me help you. Let me stop the hurt." She whispered softly into my ear as I quieted my tears. I looked up into her eyes and slowly we came together, both looking for something in the others eyes, some sort of resistance or acceptance. Our lips touched and there was a passion in the kiss neither of us was prepared for. Both of us pulled back, hesitant, then slowly went back for more. This time neither of us help back. Soon my tongue and hers were dueling as I continued to hold onto her for dear life. Her hand began rubbing my back as we continued to let our tongues dance. Finally we pulled apart to breathe. I looked into her eyes and saw only love.

"This is wrong Danny. I want it so much, but it is wrong."

"Shh don't speak. Just let it happen. You need this. Don't fight it. Just let it happen." And so I laid back and let her take control. She moved over me and pulled off my shirt. I sat up a bit to help her then laid back onto the bed. I looked into her eyes, fearing what I might see. My breasts were scarred from things he had done to them when he was angry. I brought my arms up to cover them, but Danielle stopped me. "You are beautiful," she whispered as she looked down at me with a smile. She leaned down and kissed my shoulder blades down to my elbows, moving across to kiss all over my breasts, avoiding the nipples. I tensed up as I watched her and she stopped, looking up at me with concern. "Just relax. I won't hurt you." I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and focused on the sensations she was giving me. Suddenly I felt her mouth take in my nipple. I felt a twinge in my pussy as though it was one with my nipple. I gasped audibly and Danielle switched to my other nipple smiling at me as she did.

After spending some time on my breasts she began to kiss her way down my stomach to my panties. Again I tensed up as she kissed her way over scarred skin. I was afraid of what she would see when she got low enough. My legs snapped shut and I held them closed with all my might, looking down at her with my lust forgotten in my panic. Danielle understood and moved up to kiss me. "I know he hurt you baby. It is alright. You are beautiful to me no matter what. I love you. Do not be afraid of what I will think. I just want to help you feel better." 

As she talked she slowly snaked her hand down my stomach to the top of my panties. Slowly I let my legs relax enough for her to slide her hand between my legs. I looked her in the eyes as she began to rub my pussy though my panties. I moaned softly then bit my lip looking away to hide my embarrassment. "Don't be ashamed. It is ok to feel good. I like hearing you enjoy this," she whispered as she reached down with her other hand to pull my panties off. This time I lifted my hips to help her, glancing at her with nervousness as she pulled them off. Slowly she moved between my legs, looking into my eyes the whole time. "Relax baby its just me." Listening to her voice, I spread my legs slowly, finally allowing her access to my pussy. 

She leaned in and breathed in my scent. "You smell wonderful," she stated before reaching out with her tongue and running it between my lips. I moaned softly and looked down at her, wanting her to continue, but afraid to ask. She sensed my hesitancy and smiled up at me. "Do you like that?" she giggled as she repeated her actions. I moved my hips towards her and continued looking down at her, pleading with my eyes. She stopped teasing and ducked down, pushing her tongue deep into me. I began to move my hips against her face as the pleasure rose within me. I closed my eyes and let my head fall back, unable to do anything except enjoy what she was doing. Suddenly my eyes shot open as Danielle pushed a finger into me, watching me to make sure it was alright. I gasped and pushed against her finger as I began to cum. I thrashed and Danielle held on, allowing me to fully enjoy the moment. 

Finally I began to relax, curling up into a ball and crying softly. Danielle moved up next to me, worried, until I turned and began kissing her, whispering over and over, "I love you. Thank you so much. I love you Danny." She smiled and kissed my tears, holding me close.

Finally I calmed down and looked at her. "I want to make you feel good too." She smiled and stroked my hair. "You don't have to if you don't want. I just wanted you to feel better."

"I know I don't have to. I want to. Please let me make you feel good," I pleaded softly, afraid she would say no, wanting so badly to reciprocate. She nodded smiling at me, her eyes filled with love. I kissed her softly and smiled. "Relax Danny, it is my turn now." I lifted her shirt off her, staring down at her breasts, her nipples standing out proudly. I leaned down and sucked one into my mouth, hearing her moan as I took the other one between my fingers. I sucked back and forth between her nipples, occasionally nipping them, hearing her moans grow more insistent until finally she begged me, "Lower baby, please, go lower." I sucked her nipple one last time with a grin as I began to kiss down her stomach, stopping to push my tongue into her belly button with a smile. I reached her panties and noticed that they were wet. I smiled up at her. "Someone is a little excited I see," I grinned. "Please just take them off!"

Danielle begged as I teased her. I pulled them off quickly, eager to see and taste her. She spread her legs, looking down at me. I moved closer to her, smelling her musky scent. I tentatively reached out my tongue, afraid that I would not like the taste. My tongue pushed between her folds as I slowly tasted her. As soon as her fluids hit my tongue I knew I was hooked. I pushed my tongue deep into her to get as much as I could. She moaned and reached down to pull my head into her. I moved up and flicked her clit with my tongue as I brought my hand up to slide a finger into her. She began to moan louder, "That's it baby, just like that. Oh god baby keep doing it, just like that, yes!" 

Her hips began to push harder against me. "Add another finger baby, please I am so close, so close baby!" She moaned and I obeyed, sliding another finger into her and fucking her hard as I sucked her clit into my mouth. She cried out as she gripped my finger hard, "I'm cumming baby don't stop, oh don't stop, oh god yes!" She moaned as she orgasmed hard on my fingers. I licked up the juices that leaked out as I removed my fingers, then moved up and kissed her as she came down for her orgasm. "That was wonderful baby. I love you."

We lay together in the afterglow of our orgasms and smiled at each other. "I love you Danny." "I love you too sis."

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This is my first submission here, so please vote, comment, give advice, etc. I want to improve and am open to any and all constructive criticism.

Don't Be Afraid



This story involves a retired man and a young woman whose paths cross one afternoon...

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Chapter One: She looked familiar.

She looked familiar, but for the life of him he just couldn't remember who she was. That's what starts to happen when you turn 60, he figured, but it doesn't make it any better to have an excuse for a failing memory.

He had seen her back in the fields the weekend before, only that time she was with some tall, skinny guy. They had been looking at plants and things back there, and were taking notes while they gathered specimens that afternoon, but today she was by herself. She was short and chubby, with dark brown hair that she wore shoulder length, and the glasses that she wore were big and round with thick lenses.

It wouldn't exactly be considered stalking, since the land back there was technically his, but he was watching the young woman intently. Just trying to remember who she was or where he knew her from, he reasoned to himself.

She was wearing a sweatshirt and shorts today, much like she had the other day, but today was much warmer. Too warm for that top, and almost as if she had read his mind, she unzipped the sweatshirt and tied it around her waist.

The young woman was wearing a white tank top underneath, and when that sweatshirt came off, the tall elderly gentleman immediately started walking toward her. Just trying to remember who she was, he kept telling himself, all the while fixated on the girl's enormous breasts that hung unsupported in the cotton top.

"Hello there," he said cheerfully.

She had not seen him approaching, and pushed her horn-rimmed glasses up her nose as she looked in his direction. Hurriedly, she tried to get the sweatshirt untied and back on, but only succeeded in dropping it.

When she bent down to pick it up, the man got a delightful view of her cavernous cleavage and a considerable part of her massive bosom as well, causing an immediate stiffening of a particular part of his anatomy.

"Oh, sorry," the young lady said, holding the sweatshirt in front of herself while looking at him funny. "Uh - Mr. Yorkshire?"

"That's right, and who might you be?" he mused aloud, unable to put a name to the face to save his life, although it was right on the tip of his tongue.

"I'm Cathy. Cathy Bauer. I used to live around here," she declared, and after she saw him still with a lost expression on his face, gave him another hint. "Down by the four corners?"

"Oh yes," the man said, and although he really didn't remember the name, at least there had been a reason that the face had been vaguely familiar. "Haven't seen you in a long time."

"We moved a few miles west way back when I was in fourth grade," Cathy said, continuing to push her horn-rimmed glasses up her sweaty nose.

"I recall you used to ride your bike down the road really fast," he said, his eyes working overtime as he surveyed the chubby gal's assets, which were considerable.

"That was me," Cathy said with a grin.

"Of course, you were such a little girl way back then, and now - well, you certainly aren't a kid any more," Mr. Yorkshire said, trying to peek around the sweatshirt that the girl was using to block his view of those big breasts. "You're quite the woman now." 

Cathy shrugged and blushed, moving a step back toward the tree.

"Want to get in under the shade?" Mr. Yorkshire suggested. "That sun is brutal today."

"Uh... yeah, it is," Cathy said, and turned and stepped back into the shade, with Mr. Yorkshire in quick pursuit.

Cathy had a very full butt on her, and while her calves were plump, they were shapely. She was very short, he thought to himself. Maybe 5'1" or 5'2" at best, but there was a lot of woman packed into that short frame.

"There, this is better," Mr. Yorkshire said, wiping his brow as he stood next to the girl. "With these clothes on I'm not dressed for a hot day like today myself either. I saw you all bundled up in that sweatshirt and figured you must have been sweating up a storm too."

"Yeah, it is hot," Cathy responded.

"I saw you back here last week," Mr. Yorkshire said. "You were with a tall fellow. Boyfriend?"

"Ryan? No, I wish," Cathy blurted out. "We are doing a botany term paper in school and he got stuck with me as a partner."

"Where is he today?"

"With his girlfriend, I guess," Cathy guessed.

"And you get stuck doing all the work?"

"It isn't so bad," Cathy reasoned. "I love it back here. I used to come back here all the time when I was a kid. That's how I knew this would be a good place to find samples. Plus, it's so peaceful and secluded."

"Except when an old man comes back here and ruins it," Mr. Yorkshire suggested.

"Well, it is your land, isn't it?" Cathy said apologetically. "I'm probably trespassing."

"You're welcome anytime, Cathy," he told her. "Someone as pretty as you makes the place even more attractive to the eye."

Cathy pushed her glasses back up her nose and smiled, obviously not used to getting compliments like that. She was cute in her own way, but was obviously no raving beauty. Still and all, the man's words did have the desired effect.

"And you say that your young friend won't be joining you today?" Mr. Yorkshire asked, and when Cathy nodded he smiled in response.

"Here, why don't we hang this thing up here so you don't have to lug it around?" Mr. Yorkshire offered, but took the sweatshirt from Cathy before getting a response, and hung the hood over a branch beside him.

Cathy's hand reached out weakly and tried to grab it, but it was already up on the branch, leaving her feeling rather under-dressed under the prying eyes of her old neighbor. 

..

Chapter Two: Exploring Cathy.

Mr. Yorkshire smiled at seeing Cathy's obvious discomfort. She crossed her arms over her chest, but there was so much chest that it was impossible, and the action merely forced more of her tits up to the scoop neck of her blouse for his enjoyment.

"What's the matter, dear?" Mr. Yorkshire asked. "You aren't frightened of me, are you?"

"No," Cathy squeaked. "It's just that I'm not really dressed - you know. Wasn't expecting anybody to see me like this."

"Oh, I thought that was the way most young women dressed these days," he mused. "You know what I mean, flaunting their assets for all to see. Although I can't say I would blame you there."

"Nobody wants to look at me," Cathy said. "I'm fat."

"Quite the contrary," Mr. Yorkshire said. "You're an incredibly attractive young lady that I find quite pleasing to the eye. Don't care much for the skin-and-bones look myself. I much prefer looking at a real woman such as yourself."

"Hard to believe that the little girl with the streamers on her bike's handle-grips became such a beautiful woman," Mr. Yorkshire said in a soothing bass voice, "So pretty you are, and so incredibly well developed too."

As he spoke, his weathered hand reached over to Cathy's chest, but instead of going to her breasts, it settled on Cathy's forearm. The action made Cathy jump, but he smiled again and began moving his hand along Cathy's arm from her wrist up to her elbow.

Cathy's breathing had become more rapid, and her chest heaved violently as she watched the long thin fingers of Mr. Yorkshire move. Cathy's forearms had a rather dense growth of fine, dark brown hairs on them, and they both watched as his fingers made the fine hairs flutter as they passed over them.

"They say," Mr. Yorkshire continued, his voice breaking a little. "They say that if a girl has a lot of hair on her arms, she's probably got quite a bit of hair between her legs as well. Is that true in your case, Cathy?"

...

Chapter Three: Well? 

The moment of silence became two minutes, and the tension in the air was thick as Mr. Yorkshire kept stroking Cathy's forearms. Her pale skin had become coated with goose bumps, and the hair was standing almost straight up as Cathy took a half-step back, putting her right up against the tree.

"Well?" Mr. Yorkshire asked in a calm and fatherly tone. "Do you?"

"I think I have to go," Cathy said, looking at the sweatshirt dangling from the branch behind the man.

"Do you?" he asked. "That's a shame, because I thought we were having such a nice time back here. Do you really have to go, or are you just saying that?"

Cathy shrugged her shoulders, her arms still guarding her chest, and to the surprise of both of them, they remained there when Mr. Yorkshire's hand moved down from her arm and to the elastic waistband of her shorts.

"Let's see now," Mr. Yorkshire mused, his hand pressing against Cathy's soft belly and smoothly sliding under the elastic of both her shorts and her panties.

He expected Cathy's hand to come up and slap him in the face, or at the very least grab his hand as it slid down under her panties, and if it had that would have been the end of it. Instead, Cathy just kept looking at him with her eyes wide open and her breathing ragged as the tips of his fingers came into contact with what he was looking for almost immediately.

"Ah yes!" Mr. Yorkshire sighed as his fingers raked through what felt to be an incredibly thick jungle of hair between Cathy's legs. "I guess that old adage is proving to be true in your case, Cathy. You are quite hairy down there."

Cathy's entire body shuddered as the hand slid along the furry opening of her pussy, and she gasped as the fingers kept moving up and down her labia.

"I know that's not popular these days," Mr. Yorkshire said ruefully while continuing to stroke her pussy. "Pubic hair I mean. I see all these girls on the Internet, and most of them seem to shave their pussies. Appalling!"

"Please," Cathy whimpered, but there was no explanation besides the word, and Mr. Yorkshire felt Cathy begin to subtly grind herself into his hand as he kept stroking.

"Your pubic hair is rather wiry," he said. "Has a little spring to it. Very nice to the touch, and there's so very much of it as well. Tell me, does it spill over onto the inside of your thighs?"

Cathy remained silent and still had her arms covering her breasts, which amused the man a bit, considering what was going on below.

"You can talk to me, you know Cathy," he continued. "I know that you're a little confused by all of this. So am I, to be honest. It's not like I do this everyday. I am liking this, however, and so are you. I can tell, because you're getting wet down there."

"I'm scared," Cathy confessed, her glasses being to fog up a little, which only added to her dazed appearance.

"You aren't a virgin, are you?" he asked.

"Uh no, not really," Cathy said.

"Not really?" Mr. Yorkshire asked. "Can't say that I understand that."

"I was kidding around with two guys, and they had some grass and we got high. The next thing I knew, they were both - you know."

"Both?"

"Yeah. Tommy Brady had his dick in my pussy and Lloyd Watkins had his dick in my bottom."

"Well, I guess that means you aren't a virgin," the man chuckled. "You've had anal sex? That's something I've never really been interested in. Always been more of a pussy man, I guess. Tell me, Cathy - did it hurt when the lad put his cock in your ass?"

"A little," Cathy said, sweat trickling down the sides of her face. "Lloyd's dick wasn't as big as Tommy's, or else it would have hurt lots more." 

"I see. So this Tommy fellow had a large penis? Did you like that?"

"I guess," Cathy said.

"Do you still see these fellows?"

"No. I'm mad at them because they told everybody what they did to me."

"That wasn't nice of them. A gentleman never tells, you know," Mr. Yorkshire declared. "Just like I would never say a word about what we're doing back here now. One thing that I find odd, is that you've told me all of these intimate things and yet you still cover up your chest like you have something to be ashamed of. Let's get this blouse off of you now. What say you?"

Without waiting for a reply, Mr. Yorkshire took his hand from between her legs and raised the bottom of Cathy's blouse. She made a weak protest, but Mr. Yorkshire was persistent. After getting the blouse over her bosom, he lifted it up over her upraised arms.

As he pulled the blouse off, he glanced at a branch just a couple of feet over the Cathy's head. When the blouse got up near her wrists, he twisted the fabric and hung the end of the blouse over the limb.

The effect of this was that Cathy's hands were tangled up in the blouse, leaving her arms stuck up in the air. While the bondage wasn't at all secure, she didn't try to get free and instead stood there pretty much naked from the waist up.

"Incredible," Mr. Yorkshire said in a hoarse whisper, and his hands moved up to cup the largest breasts he had ever had the pleasure of touch.

Cathy's enormous breasts hung down to her waist despite the lifting action that her upraised arms provided. His hands kneaded the massive, bell-shaped jugs roughly, causing Cathy to moan softly, and her nipples responded by popping out like bullets, the stiff pegs centered in the middle of her pebbled aureoles, which were as big as drink coasters.

"You like what I'm doing to your breasts?" Mr. Yorkshire asked in a low growl. "You like these jugs handled rough?"

"Yes," Cathy said, her voice trembling as much as the rest of her.

The elderly man's hands were large, and his fingers long and bony, but they were overwhelmed the size of her tits, which were as heavy as they looked.

"Pity," he man said under his breath, noting the girl's armpits, which were shaved. The back of his hand slid along her plump underarms, feeling the bristle of the faint 5 o'clock shadow that coated her moist armpits, and even though it was far out of fashion, he still would have enjoyed seeing what Cathy would have looked like untrimmed.

Mr. Yorkshire untangled Cathy's hands from their binding, and when he set the blouse on the ground, Cathy's arms came down and crossed her bosom again.

"Sorry," Cathy said, after the man pulled her arms down. "I feel naked out here like this."

"We're all alone," the man assured her. "If it would make you feel better, here."

His eyes focused on Cathy's, Mr. Yorkshire calmly undid his belt, letting his pants drop to the ground. A flick of his wrist unsnapped his boxers, and after he took them down, he smiled at Cathy.

"Rather rude not to look," Mr. Yorkshire said with a smile. "I'm not that horrible to look at, or so I've been told."

Cathy glanced down for a second, and then did a double take before looking back up at the elderly man, making a choking noise as she looked up into the tree.

"Cathy," Mr, Yorkshire said in as soothing a voice as he could manage under the circumstances, unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it off. "What's wrong?"

Cathy shook her head, biting into her lower lip hard as she fought not to look. Finally, her eyes drifted downward, toward Mr. Yorkshire's cock, which was pointing straight at her.

"Your penis," Cathy said while trying not to hyperventilate. "It's so big."

Her eyes looked at the cock which bobbed menacingly in her direction. The shaft was richly veined, and had to be at least 8 inches from the tip of the mushroom shaped glans to the base of the thick shaft, which was surrounded by a silver nest of pubic hair.

"You think so?" Mr. Yorkshire asked as if he didn't realize. "Am I bigger than your friend Tommy? 

Cathy's head nodded up and down quickly, and as she looked warily at Mr. Yorkshire's swollen member, he took her hand and brought it over to his manhood, placing it on the shaft and waiting patiently for her chubby hand to clutch it. When she did, he groaned and began to move his hips forward and backward.

"Oh! That feels so good, honey," he moaned.

"It's getting even bigger," Cathy whimpered. "I can feel it getting fatter."

"Think how nice it will feel in that hairy pussy of yours," Mr. Yorkshire said as he tossed his shirt on the ground next to the trunk of the tree. "Lay down on there, Cathy."

Mr. Yorkshire eased the girl down onto the shirt and knelt down on the ground between her legs, feeling his knees creak as he did. Parted her plump thighs, he lowered his face down into her delta, and used his tongue to burrow through the jungle of hair until her found her moist opening.

Cathy cried out as she felt his tongue swabbing her clitoris, and Mr. Yorkshire grabbed her chubby butt cheeks and pulled her toward his mouth as he tongued her enthusiastically. The scent of her musky pussy almost made him pop his load right then and there, and it was only after he was able to get control of himself that he dared to climb up between her legs.

Cathy had been gasping harder and faster while the elderly man went down on her, but when he stopped and climbed up between her legs, she had a terrified look on her face as she saw his swollen member in his hand, while he moved it closer to her opening.

....

Chapter Four: Don't be afraid.

"Don't be afraid," Mr. Yorkshire gasped. "Just relax."

Easier said than done, and in fact he was as scared as Cathy was. His heart was racing and sweat was dropping off his brow like rain as he brought the head of his cock between her labia and pushed forward.

She was tight - incredibly so. As he pushed forward, it seemed like an impossible task, but he was so hard - harder than he remembered being in years - and he wanted her so badly, that in the end he just fell forward.

Cathy cried out as his thickness drove into her, but after he moved his tool in and out of her a few times, she became looser, and he was able to get more of his cock into her. After a dozen thrusts or so, she was holding onto his arms while he worked himself deeper into her.

Mr. Yorkshire looked over Cathy's head for the first minute, fearing that he would cum too soon, but as he kept thrusting, he began to relax. He was now drilling almost all of his member into Cathy, and the result was that the girl was suddenly arching her neck and crying out, followed my her pussy clenching down on his cock savagely while she came.

"Good... so good," Cathy whimpered after her body stopped shaking. 

"Play with your tits for me," Mr. Yorkshire said. "Squeeze them like I was doing."

Timidly at first, Cathy grabbed her breasts and began to knead them. As Mr. Yorkshire encouraged her, she become more brazen with her fondling, and when she came again, she was grabbing them so hard that she left marks on the pale, fleshy jugs.

"Gonna cum," Mr. Yorkshire grunted as his thrusting slowed.

"Please. Not in me," Cathy said as the first jets of his seed went deep into her womb, and while he pulled himself out of her fast enough to send a few spurts of his cum onto her bush and her belly, he knew that he had also left quite a load inside of her.

"I'm too old to shoot anything but blanks, Cathy," he said with more confidence that he felt, but she seemed satisfied with that answer, and after they rested for a moment, they began to put their clothes on.

"Was it good for you, honey?" Mr. Yorkshire asked. "Better than your first time?"

"Yeah, way better" Cathy said. "I"m really aching down there now though. If I wasn't so sore, I would do it with you again. I liked it."

"Afraid I'm too old for that kind of thing again that soon," he said, although if he had a little time to recover, who knows?

They walked through the field, Mr. Yorkshire enjoying watching Cathy waddle like she just got off of a horse. When they got to his back yard, Mr. Yorkshire asked Cathy if she wanted to come to his house for a while, but she declined.

"Better get home," Cathy said. "Maybe I'll stop by some other time though. Okay?"

"More than okay," he assured her. "I'll be looking forward to it."

...

thanks for reading



Don't be Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf



I grabbed one of Rose's white dresses and held it against my body, twisting in front of the mirror. "I could be zombie bride," I offered. I turned to glance where Rose laid on the bed, flipping through a magazine.

"Too boring," she replied. I hung the dress back up and continued rifling through our combined closet. 

"What about Belle?" I asked as I pulled out her blue dress. "Someone in the building has to have an apron."

"Too innocent."

"We're taking your sisters trick-or-treating, isn't innocent kind of the point?" I asked as I pulled the dress over my head. "If I just pull my hair into a low ponytail and steal a white apron, it'll be perfect." I turned and placed one hand on my waist and cocked a hip, so Rose could envision my idea.

"The only way I will approve of Belle is if you ditch the dress and wear only the apron with your sexy blue lingerie underneath," she said with a wink. 

"There are two things wrong with your idea. One: that particular set of lingerie is very lacy, and very see-through. Two: we are taking seven and nine year olds trick-or-treating around your old neighborhood. I really don't need your sisters, or Mrs. Stevens, to see my vagina."

"Kaelin, Kaelin, Kaelin." She shook her head, sat her magazine down, and walked over to wrap her arm around my shoulder. She slowly pushed us around so we were facing the full body mirror. She stepped back and began playing with my hair, "you should know we're not picking costumes for when we go trick-or-treating, we're picking costumes for the after party." She dropped my hair and leaned in closer. "And I think Kaden would be very, very appreciative off the sheerness of that particular set of lingerie," she purred into my ear. I pushed her back and pulled her dress over my hair.

"God, let's not talk about Kaden. I had a miniscule crush on him in like junior high, get over it!" Rose returned to the bed, picked up her magazine, and continued to read. "Besides, I never agreed to go to his party. We're supposed to have girl's night! I picked movies, I did laundry so I'd have clean pajamas, and I bought face masks! You promised!" I whined. 

"I have an idea!" she exclaimed. She pushed past me and began pawing through the closet.

"Hello? Rose? Are you listening? I do not want to go to Kaden's party!" I yelled, but she ignored me. I threw my hands up in exasperation and settled onto her bed. I grabbed her magazine and began to angrily flip through the pages.

"Stupid Kaden. Damn party. I'm never getting girl's night. Fucking Halloween," I murmured to myself, overly annoyed. 

"Little Red Riding Hood!" She yelled. She pulled out my red lace bra, her black underbust corset, and her red miniskirt. "Try it on," she commanded, offering them to me.

"No. Jesus, Rose. I am not going to wear that around your sister!" she threw her arms down and pouted, while crawling onto the bed. 

"You can wear my red shirt over it when we go trick-or-treating, but only if you'll agree to wear it to the party. Appease me, try it on." She smiled and threw them onto my lap. "Please!" she begged when she saw my apprehension. "Please, Kaelin! I promise I'll stop talking if you just try them on!"

"Fine!" I rolled my eyes and turned around and slid my bra off my shoulders and replaced it with the one she selected. The corset was slightly uncomfortable, but I could appreciate the way it drew the eyes to my waistline instead of my hips. Rose's skirt rested a few inches above the middle of my thighs, and made them appear longer than they were. As I caught sight of myself in the mirror I couldn't deny I looked good. I hadn't worn this bra recently, but I could appreciate the way the push-up lining made my 34C breasts look much larger than they actually were and allowed ample view of my cleavage. I bit back a smile, refusing to give Rose the satisfaction of knowing I liked the way I looked. Once I was sure I could keep a straight face, I turned around.

"Oh my god. Kaelin, your boobs look amazing. Like If I liked girls, I'd fuck you so hard right now. You have to wear this to the party!" She ran to the closet and pulled out a garter belt and a pair of sheer, black, thigh-high stockings. "These would go perfectly! Try them on!"

I fake groaned and ripped them from her hands. I had to take off the skirt and corset to successfully put them on, but Rose was right, I looked even better with them on. The skirt was short enough that when I sat down or bent over, you would be able to see the garters and the top of the stockings. 

"You love it, don't you?" Rose squealed.

"I may love it, but I still don't want to go to Kaden's party."

"What if I told you Kaden's party was just a decoy, and that I scored an invitation to an even better party?" she bit her lip and slowly backed up towards her desk.

"Rose, no. I do not like the look in your eyes, what are you hiding?" I asked as she rifled through the drawers.

"This," she grinned as she slowly pulled her hand from behind her back. She was holding a black envelope with a red, wax seal. She tossed me the envelope and I pulled the invitation out from within. It was black, with a red border, and elegant silver writing.

"You are cordially invited to the sixteenth annual Halloween bash at Kingsley Manor," I began to read. "Costumes are mandatory. 21+. Waiver required for entry." I flipped the invitation over, but the back was blank. "What the hell is this? What kind of party requires a waiver? How did you score an invite?" She bit her lip and sank into the bed, but didn't answer. "What do you know? What aren't you telling me? Kingsley Manor hasn't been open to the public in years. If there was a Halloween party there each year, I would know."

"This is the first year it's at Kingsley. I can tell you that much. I can also tell you there will be hot guys, a lot of free alcohol, and a lot of very sexy ladies, most of whom also enjoy sexy ladies."

"No, no, no. You are not allowed to use my sexuality to rope me into ditching girl's night! We have a lot of alcohol! We don't need them."

"Yes but they have free alcohol. Emphasis on free. Come on, please!" she whined. "I know you'd have a great time. Please! I've been trying to get into this party for years. I know I promised girl's night, but I can also promise this will be way better." She crawled over and wrapped her hands around my waist. "Please!" she begged.

"Fine, we'll go to the stupid party." I succumbed. She squealed and hopped up and drew me into a hug.

"We're going to have so much fun! I'm so excited!" She turned and grabbed her belly dancer costume and slipped it on, while I pulled a red shirt to cover my bra and corset. 

"Let's go get the girls!" 

"One problem, I can't be Little Red Riding Hood without a cape." She pulled a red jacket and threw it at me. I shrugged and slipped it around my shoulders and followed her out, pulling the door shut behind me.

******* "Last house, ladies," I told them. They ran forward, squealing, barely waiting for Rose and me to catch up. I drew my jacket tighter around me as we approached the house and pulled my skirt down a few centimeters, uncomfortable with the glares I kept receiving from the other parents on the street. I was grateful we were almost done; my feet hurt, I was tired and cold, and I had a headache from all the screaming. We stood behind the girls as they rang the doorbell. 

I bit back as a smile when the door opened; offering candy was a ruggedly handsome man, who appeared to be about our same age. His hair was a darker brown than mine, but matched his chocolate brown eyes. He had a strong, square jaw and it looked like it had been a few days since he shaved last. 

"Trick-or-treat!" the girls said.

"Well don't you two look lovely," he told the girls as they picked through the candy. He looked up and our eyes met. "Where's your wolf, Red?" he asked.

"He got scared a few blocks back and ran home," I joked. He smiled and ran his hand through his hair.

"She's always taking applications for a replacement," Rose quickly added. I shot her a look which only made her giggle. I slightly grimaced and turned around, forcing a smile.

"I'll keep that in mind, you guys can have some too if you'd like," he said, offering us the bowl of candy.

"No thanks, there'll be plenty at the after-party." Rose said. 

"Come on, we need to get the girls home," I said, pulling on Rose's hand.

"Which party are you guys going too?" mystery man asked.

"The one at Kingsley Manor," Rose replied, ignoring my pleas to leave.

"Well, Red, maybe I'll see you there," He said, smiling, before shutting the door. We all turned to leave and once we were a fair distance from the property, Rose began to hysterically laugh.

"What's funny?"

"He's going to be at the party," she replied.

"So?"

"So I just really hope you find each other, he's a cutie."

"Shut up." I rolled my eyes but I felt a warmth spread across my skin. I wasn't sure what this party held, but part of me hoped I saw him as well. I linked arms with Rose and we continued walking back to her parent's house. It didn't take long to drop the girls off and say hello to Rose's parents, and before I knew it, we were in the car, driving to Kingsley Manor. 

"Take your shirt off," Rose said as she rounded a corner. "We're almost there." As I slowly stripped my shirt off, butterflies began to dance in my stomach and I began to feel a little nauseous. 

"Can you please slow down, I don't feel so good," I asked. I looked down at my outfit; what once made me feel confident, now made me feel silly. The idea of wearing this outside of our apartment no longer seemed like a great idea. "Can't we just go home and have girl's night like we planned?"

"Absolutely not! Plus, mystery man will be waiting for you," she grinned. I forced a chuckle but the closer we got to the party, the more nervous I became about seeing him again. He had to be lying, he wouldn't try to find me at a party. He wasn't even in my league, there was no way he'd be interested in me. I brought my thumb to my lips and began to chew on the nail, a bad habit I'd had since I was little. 

"Don't do that," Rose said, pulling my finger from my mouth. 

"Seriously, Rose. I'm really nervous can't we go back, or can you at least tell me what's going on?"

She bit her lip and glanced my direction. "Look, I can't tell you, but this'll be good for you. You're going to loosen up. It'll be a great experience. I can tell you everything once we get there, and if you still don't want to party, we'll go home. I promise." I nodded my head and sunk into the seat as best I could because of the corset, trying to relax. I leaned my head against the back of the chair and took a few deep breaths to try and calm down.

"Kaelin, we're here." I leaned forward and opened my eyes. Kingsley Manor loomed above us, but it looked deserted. We were in a parking lot, but there were no other cars.

"Are you sure we're in the right place?" My nerves were replaced with worry as I surveyed the area we were in. The sky was overcast, blocking the light shining from the moon. There were no street lamps in the area, leaving the parking lot dark and abandoned. Rose turned off the ignition and stepped out of the car, I hesitated a few moments before I followed suit. I wrapped the jacket around myself, hiding my costume.

"I don't think anyone's here," I said. We walked forward a few feet but still didn't see anyone. "Maybe if we drive closer to the mansion we'll see them. Maybe we're just too far away," I offered. Rose glanced back before she continued walking further into the shadows. I groaned and followed her, convinced we weren't going to find anyone. She reached the edge of the parking lot and peered into the forest when a man dressed all in black stepped out of the shadows.

"Jesus Christ!" I exclaimed. I jumped back, nearly falling. My hand jumped to my chest and felt my heart begin to pound. "Invitations?" he asked. With a shaky hand I drew out the piece of paper that we threw into my jacket pocket. I handed it forward and he ripped it from my hands. He read the front then drew a flashlight from his pocket. He shined the light on our bodies, before returning the invitation. "Valet is by the Manor's doors." He said before returning to the shadows. Rose turned around and skipped back to the car, with me following suit. We remained silent as she left the parking lot and drove up towards Kingsley. She slowly pulled the car forward, unsure of where we were supposed to stop. The doors were directly to our right, yet there wasn't a soul in sight. I strained my eyes looking for a valet sign of some sort, but there was none to be found.

"Maybe they come to us?" Rose suggested. I shrugged, unable to think of a better conclusion. She stopped the car and we waited. A few minutes passed, and still no one came. "Will you go knock on the door, please?" Rose asked. I groaned and opened the door, stepping out into the blackness. Kingsley Manor loomed over me, beckoning me in. Once the property of a wealthy author, upon his death the estate was turned over to the town. Historians refuse to let it be torn down, but the city has no use for it, so it lies near the edge of town, untouched. 

I inched forward, glancing around hoping someone would approach me before I reached the doors. Rose was the invitee, not me; I hadn't an idea what I would say. I reached the base of the steps and turned around, where Rose encouraged me on. I took a deep breath and climbed the first step, before pausing and looking around once more. I climbed a few more when I heard a slight rustling to my left, but when I peered into the darkness, no one was there. I shook my head and assumed I was only hearing things and continued climbing the stairs. I reached the base of the door and pressed my ear against the smooth wood, expecting to hear sounds from the party, but all I heard was silence. I slowly pulled my hand back to knock when a voice emerged from the darkness.

"Your friend can leave her car keys with my associate then you may enter." I quickly dropped my hand and turned around, desperately searching for the person behind the voice, but I was alone on the patio. I heard Rose's door open and saw her hand her keys to a man wearing a suit and a Renaissance masquerade mask. She paused a few moments before nodding and running up to stand next to me. I reached forward to grab the door's handle, but they opened before my fingers even grazed the metal. 

"I'm so excited!" Rose reached out and grabbed my hand and gave it a squeeze before striding through the open doors. I took a deep gulp before I followed. We entered a long hallway draped in red velvet. There were a few doors on either side of us, but they were all tightly closed. There were still no sounds of a party; the hall was deathly quiet. At the end of the hall there was a desk with a man and woman sitting behind it, both of whom also wore the Renaissance masquerade masks. Neither moved as we approached; they sat as still as mannequins. 

"Hello!" Rose announced once we drew near.

"Invitation," the woman asked. I fished the paper out of my pocket before handing it to her. She quickly glanced at it then sat it down. "Identification," she asked. I fished out my wallet and retrieved my license as Rose did the same. The woman quickly looked at the date before returning them to us and nodding to the man who handed us two forms. I looked down and quickly skimmed the top, it appeared to be a basic waiver. "Please read, fill out the questions, and sign the bottom." The man said. I began quickly skimming the beginning. At first it seemed like simple liability waiver; they were not responsible for any injuries, I was willingly choosing to participate, but then it began to turn odd. 

"There are no boundaries within the party, however, a participant may refuse at any time at which all other participant(s) may choose to accept or deny the original participant's request; should the act still continue we are not liable for any physical or psychological harm that may occur. The word "no" is considered a fair request to stop any activities. Entrance to the party may include: removing clothes, sexual stimulation, and/or fetish acts." I read. "What the hell am I signing? Rose, what kind of party is this?" I asked. 

She paused from reading her contract and looked up. "Well, in the most basic terms it's sort of a sex party," she admitted. "But you don't have to partake in anything!" she quickly added once she sensed my hesitation. "They have a section that's just like any other Halloween party; alcohol, snacks, music, dancing, the whole enchilada."

"Rose, I don't know—"

"I know it's been forever since you've had an orgasm that wasn't caused by your own doing," she cut me off. "Look, if you don't want to do anything sexual, I won't do anything sexual either. We can just hang out in the party side. But can we please stay?" She tilted her head down so she could stare up at me through her thick eyelashes and began to pout. I bit my lip considering my options. Rose was right, it had been a long time since I've had sex, but I wasn't sure if I wanted to start again at a party full of strangers. But on the other hand, it never hurt to have a little fun. 

I glanced back at her face and sighed, "fine, we can stay." She smiled and returned to reading her contract. I stopped skimming and began to actually read what I was agreeing to. It appeared straight forward and I felt I would be comfortable whether I chose to partake in any sexual acts or not. The bottom also included a standard gag order, which I had no hesitation of signing. I wouldn't tell anyone about this party, even if I was legally able to. The questions all centered around my sexual history; what sexuality I identified with, how many partners I had been with, if I had any prior known STDs, if I was on birth control, if I preferred using a condom, some basic information regarding my sexual fantasies, and if I would be open to sexual acts that could be considered fetishes. 

I quickly answered the questions and signed my consent to submit to a blood test before handing my form back to the man. He quickly skimmed my answers before turning to a back table and grabbing a purple wristband, quickly marking an X in the middle. I held out my wrist so he could secure it. I glanced over and saw that Rose's wristband was red, with no X.

"Enter those doors for your blood testing, and they will direct you further." The woman said. 

"Thank you," I replied. We turned and entered the door where we were quickly taken to separate rooms to have our blood work ran. Once both our tests came back negative the nurses ushered us through another set of doors which led to another corridor.

"Why's your wristband red?"

"I don't know. It's probably because I selected heterosexual and you selected bisexual. It must be an easy way to tell who is willing to do what." I nodded, agreeing that that was the most likely option. We continued walking when my thoughts began to drift back to the mystery man and wondered if he was really going to be here or not, when I remembered just what type of party this was.

"Wait," I said, grabbing Rose's arm and pulling us to a stop. "That guy from earlier, you told him we were going to a sex party?" I hissed.

"Oh yeah, I did," she laughed. "Who cares? He said he was coming too and that he wanted to find you," she winked and continued walking. I followed behind her, still fuming when we reached another set of double doors. I glanced back, wondering how deep into the mansion we were, and how far the nearest exit was. When we opened the door, we finally had our first indicator that a party was happening. The lights were dimmed and the sound of a deep bass reverberated through the walls. There were three sets of doors in the room, with another masked man standing in the middle.




Don't be Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf



"Wristbands," he asked. We held out our arms so he could see which ones we had. He grabbed Rose's wrist and led her to the door on the right. She turned and blew me a kiss before he ushered her through. He returned and took mine, leading me to the door on the left. He dropped my wrist and opened the door, ushering me in. I took a deep breath and entered, knowing there was no going back. I walked through a black curtain and entered a dark room. There was no furniture, no lights, and seemingly no exists. A masked woman sat in the center, holding a flashlight.

"If you have any personal belongings you don't want to carry around for the party, hand them to me now. Any items we confiscated as you navigate the following rooms will be collected and added to any you surrender now," she explained. She held out her arm and I handed her my wallet and Blistex so my pockets were empty. She used her other hand and reached behind her to pull back another curtain and ushered me forward. "Have fun," she said as I passed. I walked through the curtain and felt it close behind me, encasing me in darkness. 

I extended my arms forward and slowly scooted forward. I extended my foot and patted the area in front of me before I moved forward, being careful not to fall. My fingers brushed against a wall when I felt a hand wrap around my wrist. A short scream escaped my lungs as I was pulled forward into another room. The room was black and I was pulled forward then pressed up against a wall. Another hand reached down and grabbed my other wrist, pulling my arms up and chaining them against the wall. While the first pair of hands finished hooking me up, I felt another hand begin to trace up my leg.

Oh God, what have I gotten myself into? I thought to myself. The hands on my wrist went away and another hand began trailing up my other thigh. The hands trailed my inner thighs, slipped up over my skirt, traced my waist, and grazed my breasts, before one disappeared and the other lightly rested on my cheek.

"Do you think she knows the rules?" a female voice asked.

"Do you think she wants to see?" a man asked.

"I think she should stay exactly where she is," a different women answered. With one hand resting on my cheek, which I assumed belonged to a woman based off the softness, a rougher hand returned to rest on my thigh. They remained there for a few moments before both their hands disappeared and a third hand covered my mouth at the same time a women pressed herself against my body. 

I felt the edge of her mask as she lowered her head close to mine. "The rules are simple: there are none. The following rooms are designed to prepare you, mentally and physically, for the party within. Should you feel uncomfortable utter "no" and the staff will stop and adjust. You are to do what we have you do at all times as your opinion no longer matters. Your life, your body belongs to us now. You are our toy, our doll, and we will make sure you leave ready for more." The pressure of her body disappeared and I was left chained in darkness. A few seconds passed before a light shined over my body, but offered me no view of the mystery people in the room.

"Little Red Riding Hood, how cute," the man said.

"I wonder if she's in the same group as the wolf," a woman pondered.

"Should we be selfish and make adjustments or leave it to the others?" the other woman asked. The light turned off and there was no reply to her question. My eyes readjusted to the darkness as a hand reached up and released my arms, which dropped to my side. A tender hand wrapped around mine and pulled me forward. A curtain parted shining light into the room, finally allowing me to view the persons within. All three wore the same masks as the other staff, but they no longer wore the same formal ware; the man wore only boxers, the women wore black lingerie. The women holding my hand wrapped her arm around my waist and pushed me forward, sending me deeper into this mixture of sexuality and horror.

I stumbled forward as I stood in in a small room, drenched in light with mirrors as walls. I surveyed my appearance, surprised at how calm I looked. A few seconds later a panel slid open as a new women walked through. She wore the same mask and lingerie worn by the women in the previous room. She reached forward and grabbed my hand, pulling me into the next room. This new room held no furniture, only pillows and mattresses. A dark red glow covered the room, making it appear more sinister than it truly was. In the corner lied two women, entangled on one of the beds. My host led me forward and softly pushed me onto a bed, laid me down, then straddled my waist. She leaned forward, making sure to drag her chest across my own, to reach up and tie a ribbon around my wrist. She shifted to my other side, causing her larger breasts to press against my face. She pulled back before exiting the room, leaving me alone with the women in the opposite bed. I wasn't able to look and see what they were doing, but I was able to hear and smell them.

A soft moan escaped one of their lips as I heard a soft click. Another giggle followed before it was replaced with a soft moan. A light suckling noise filled the air and I assumed one of the women was teasing the nipple of the other. The slight aroma of vagina filled the air. I lightly licked my lips as I felt my panties begin to dampen in response, my body naturally reacting to the scene playing out in front of me. I closed my eyes and deeply inhaled, when I felt someone touch my thigh. My eyes popped open and met the stare of the topless blonde from the bed. She smiled and her hand moved higher as she slid over my chest to bring her lips to mine. The kiss was soft, gentle, and I found myself wanting more. Almost immediately, all my concerns of staying disappeared. My mouth opened slightly and I felt hers open in response, I slipped my tongue into her mouth, pressing my body against hers as I felt her hand slide higher up my thigh. 

I strained against the restraints, longing to push her closer, wanting to run my hand along her naked back. Her hand trailed higher, brushing against the bottom edge of my panties, when her weight disappeared. I opened my eyes to find her sitting with her head tilted, creepily smiling. I glanced down at her chest, at her beautiful nipples that I wanted to be in my mouth before a blindfold was pulled over my eyes. The restraints were released and I was pulled to my feet. "Remove the blindfold and the party ends here," someone whispered in my ear before I was pushed into a room, the door slamming shut behind me. 

I felt around the walls, realizing I was in a box. I tightly closed my eyes and forced a few deep breaths; I wouldn't consider myself claustrophobic, but I didn't enjoy the feeling of being confined. I frantically began patting the walls, looking for a way out. I heard a sliding sound behind me so I quickly turned, hoping an exit had appeared. I felt my way around the box before I considered the opening was below me. 

I dropped to my knees and continued patting the wall in the direction of the noise, when my fingers hit something soft. I leaned forward and lightly ran my fingers alongside the base, realizing what I was holding had to have been a cock. I reached out and licked the tip, confirming my suspicions. I placed one hand on one side of the hole, and wrapped the other around the base of the shaft, leaning forward to take the head in my mouth. 

I released the head and licked the shaft, making sure it was properly lubricated before I leaned forward to take even more in my mouth. I used my hand to lightly stroke the base as my tongue twirled around his head, licking up any precum that was released. I began to get into a great rhythm as I heard another sliding sound and a pair of hands wrapped around my waist and pulled me back, causing me to release his cock.

I was dragged backwards then thrown against a wall. My blindfold was ripped off and it took a few moments for my eyes to adjust before I acknowledged my surroundings. This was the largest and loudest room yet. From my position against the wall I could strongly hear the loud thumping from the bass of the current song playing and feel some of the vibrations. I surveyed the room; I was surrounded by a group of eight, four men and four women, who were all naked except for their masks. Body shapes ranged from fit and athletic to slightly overweight. Some were completely shaved, others were all natural. 

The woman nearest me, which held my blindfold, nodded to another woman across the room who nodded back. She stepped forward and placed the blindfold in my mouth, gagging me. As she did I was able to notice their masks were slightly different, they had an opening for where their mouth should be. The woman stepped back and a man stepped forward, grabbing my hand. He led me to the center of the room. The eight proceeded to form a circle around me, surrounding me. They said nothing, instead they communicated through pointing and sharing glances. 

Eventually, the members began to slip away, one by one, until I was surrounded by four, three women and one man. The remainders slinked away to the corners of the room; some removed their masks and began to deeply kiss one another, some chose to only fondle each other while their masks remained on, others sat and watched what was going to happen. 

The man who stayed stepped forward and gripped my waist, pushing me backwards until I collapsed into a chair. He walked back and was replaced with one of the women; she walked forward and removed my gag, tossing it aside. She straddled my lap and brought her lips to mine; they were soft and delicate, and I was annoyed that her mask impeded my ability to bring her closer. I was able to trail my hands along her naked waist, enjoying the feeling of her flesh under my fingertips. She gave me one final, light kiss before moving from my lap to rejoin the others. 

I rested my hands in my lap, noticing the slight damp spot from where she sat. The four shared a glance and sent another woman forward; she grabbed my hand pulling me to feet and leading me to one of the corners. She positioned me so my back was against the wall then proceeded to back off. The four stood close together, watching me. The four simultaneously ominously tilted their heads at the same time a pair of hands grabbed me from behind and pulled me backwards.

I screamed as I fought against the arms, not suspecting there would be a person behind me. His arms wrapped around me, holding me against his chest. Once I felt I was steady, I calmed down, and his grip relaxed in return. His hand slowly moved from my waist and dipped into the left cup of my bra. His fingers moved straight to my nipple, sending ripples straight to my vagina. He rolled it around with his thumb and forefinger, before repeating the process with my right breast. A quiet sigh escaped my lips and I relaxed into his chest, enjoying the feelings. I felt him nod and his grip on me relaxed as he disappeared back into the wall. 

The fourth woman approached me and took my hand, resting it on her left breast. I smiled and pinched her nipple with my fingers, much like the man had done to me a few seconds before. I took a few steps towards her, testing the waters to see how she'd react. She maintained her position so I raised my other hand and wrapped it around her waist, pulling us closer. I let go of her nipple and pulled her lips to mine, pressing my body against hers as I surrendered my body to the kiss.

I let go of her waist and let my hand trail down her abdomen before resting at the crest of her thighs. I nudged my hand further, feeling her thighs part, letting me in. I deepened our kiss while sliding my hand to the basis of her slit, excited at how wet she was. I wet the tip of my finger with her juices and spread it around the outside of her lips before lightly brushing her clit. I felt her suck in a breath and I smiled against her lips. I pulled her into another kiss as my finger returned to her slit, but this time I slowly pushed it into her vagina. My other hand left the nape of her neck and returned to her nipple which I began to pinch as I slowly fingered her. 

She softly moaned into my mouth before pushing me away. She turned and walked past the others and instead went to sit with another women who was previously watching who continued where I left off. I glanced at my hand which glistened with her juices as I slowly raised my finger to my mouth and had my first taste of a women in too long. I moaned in pleasure and lust, satisfied with what I had but longing more.

The remaining three stepped forward and together they pushed me against the wall. The man dropped to his knees and began kissing my inner thighs as one of the women reached around and unhooked my corset, ripping it away from my body, then turning and leaving. The third women caressed my breast, while nibbling on my neck. The man kissed his way up my thighs, pushing my skirt up as he went. He reached the edge of my panties and slowly hooked a finger under the edge, slightly brushing against my swollen labia. I shuddered at his touch, hoping for more. His other hand trailed up my other thigh and grabbed the top of my panties, pulling them down and tossing them to the corner of the room. He continued kissing up my thighs before reaching my slit. I bent my knees, trying to lower myself onto him, but he only quickly licked my slit before walking away. 

The women stopped caressing my neck to reach down and trace my inner labia, quickly inserting a finger into my vagina. My head rolled back in satisfaction as she removed her finger and began lightly rubbing my clit. A moan escaped my lips which was quickly replaced with a whimper as she removed her hand. She exchanged a glance with the man who nodded. 

He walked to the wall and pulled back a curtain, revealing a door. I walked over and opened it which led me into another hallway. I quickly walked past the locked doors, motivated by the pulsing beat which was getting louder with each step. The woman at the beginning didn't lie; I was horny and I wanted more. I wanted to get to the party. I reached the end of the hall and threw open the double doors, a large grin spreading across my face as I finally reached the party.

I appeared to enter one of the main ballrooms of the mansion; the room was large, with many doors leading off to different parts of the mansion. A DJ was in a corner of the room; music pulsing from the large speakers that surrounded him. The room was packed, with each person in a various degrees of dress. Some remained in their full costumes, others were half dressed, and a few were naked. 

It appeared I was deposited in the party area; the only festivities occurring were dancing, eating, and drinking. Waiters wearing evening wear and masks meandered through the crowd, carrying plates of food or drinks. Along the edge of the room stood other staff members, watching, assuring nothing was getting out of hand. Every so often one would be approached and they would hand them a condom from their jacket pocket, before the group would turn and leave the ballroom through one of the surrounding doors. 

"Kaelin!" I heard someone scream. I turned to find Rose weaving through a group of guys. It didn't appear like the staff changed her costume, but as she got nearer I realized they stole her panties, leaving an unfiltered view through her see-through bottoms. "How was your rooms? Mine were amazing!"

"Mine were good. A little creepy, but good."

"Awesome. So like I know I said I'd stay in the party room with you if you didn't want to hook up, but I was flirting with this guy while I was waiting for you to come out, and he told me that they have a sex swing and you know how badly I've wanted to try one. You wouldn't mind if I went with him, would you?" she glanced back at a guy dressed as Aladdin, who waved when their gaze meet. She turned back and I saw the lust in her eyes.

"Go, I'll be fine." I assured her. She gave me a quick hug before running back to Aladdin. I turned and took a deep breath, suddenly overwhelmed. I spotted the bar on the other side of the room and began pushing my way through the crowd to reach it. As I moved, I paid attention to the different colored wristbands, trying to decipher what they meant. I moved quickly, and it wasn't long before I reached the bar.

"Rum and coke, please," I told the masked bartender. He nodded and quickly made my drink, handing it back to me. I took the glass and moved to the wall, leaning against it. I sipped my drink and scanned the crowd, admiring the different costumes. I finished my drink and returned to get another one, when I felt someone stand next to me.

"Well if it isn't Little Red," a man said. The voice sounded familiar so I turned, curious about who was standing beside me. I sucked in a breath as my eyes met the man from the house earlier. I took a step back and glanced at his costume, chuckling when I realized he was dressed as a wolf. He wore no shirt, but had painted fur on his bare chest. He wore tight, brown boxer briefs which left little to the imagination, and completed his look with a pair of fake wolf ears.

"My mother always said I should stay away from the big bad wolf," I teased. The bartender handed me my drink, which I took and turned to leave the bar, excited when I felt the wolf turn away as well.

"Well, I always say a mother's brain is only good to eat, my dear," he smoothly replied. I sipped my drink and lightly chucked, appreciating his reference to the original tale. We moved to a section of the room that was a designated sitting area, and he led us to a couch. I sat next to him and crossed my legs, feeling my skirt rise higher. I watched his eyes follow the hem, gazing at my naked thigh, before slowly admiring the rest of my body. His hands were nowhere near me, yet I felt like his hand trailed over my body, causing my pulse to quicken. 

"So why'd you pick the wolf?" I asked. His eyes jumped from my breasts to my eyes and he smiled.

"Some woman dressed as Little Red Riding Hood came to my house, and what can I say, she was an inspiration." I smiled as he scooted forward, so our thighs nearly touched.

"Well thank God she came, what would you have done without her?" He scooted closer, our thighs pressing against each other and his hand began to graze my back.

"I certainly wouldn't of had as great of a costume, I owe all my success to her." His hand moved closer and brushed along the back of my neck. I bit my lip as a shiver went directly from my neck to my vagina, turning me on even more. I glanced at his eyes, then trailed to his sculpted chest, before resting at the large bulge in his boxers. I closed my eyes and sighed, imagining the cock I sucked earlier, imagining it was mystery man's. His hand trailed across my shoulder and another moved across my bare stomach. His body pressed against my side as his lips went to my ear.

"You know, Red. We can always take this party somewhere else. They have private rooms in the back. The moment I found out you were going to be at this party, I imagined taking you back and stripping off that costume of yours." His hand trailed lower, resting on the edge of my skirt. I was so wet, and I wanted his hand to slip further. He lightly kissed my ear before continuing. "I've been hard all night imagining your naked body. You're so beautiful," he murmured. He kissed my ear, then my cheek. "Do you want me too?" he whispered. I turned my head and brought his lips to mine. His lips were soft, and I felt a fire everywhere our bodies touched. 

I opened my mouth and let his tongue feel mine. I raised my chest, pressing my breasts against his torso. His hand moved from the top of my skirt to wrap around my waist, resting at my lower back. I broke the kiss and leaned to whisper in his ear. He pulled me closer, kissing my neck.




Don't be Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf



"Let's go," he kissed my neck before pulling back. He smiled and gave me a light peck before pulling us to our feet. We approached one of the workers and got a few condoms before turning and leaving the party through a random door. We entered a dining room and tried the door to our left, but it was locked. We could hear faint moaning sounds through the wood, which only turned me on even more. We quickly tore through rooms, our horniness motivating us to move faster. 

I began to wonder what was up with me. I didn't even know this guy's name, yet I couldn't wait to rip his boxer's off. But more importantly, I couldn't wait for him to rip off mine. I was horny, and excited, a combo I hadn't felt in a long time. I don't know if it was the party, the alcohol, or the man next to me, but my inhibitions were gone. All I wanted was him.

We passed a few more locked rooms before we entered a smaller ballroom. A few beds were dragged into the room, and the space now held an orgy. Couples were on the floor, or on the beds. Everyone was naked and the room smelt of sweat, vagina, and cum. I felt a small spasm in my vagina and I grew antsier to find a room of our own. We left the ballroom and delved deeper into the Manor. The sounds of the party disappeared and we were wrapped in silence. We turned and he opened a door, finally revealing an empty bedroom. He caught my eye and smiled, pulling us further into the room. I closed the door, locking it behind me.

I stepped back and admired the room; there was a large canopy bed in the center, and a door on the other end led to an attached bathroom. He moved straight to the bed, but I walked past to view the bathroom. There was a large tile shower and Jacuzzi tub. I opened the glass door of the shower and smiled at the detachable shower head.

"Thinking of taking a shower, Red?" he asked. I felt his hand wrap around my waist, and he continued kissing my neck, but I didn't feel the same enjoyment as before. I was slightly anxious and I wasn't sure why. I turned him around and stepped back. "You okay? If you're feeling uncomfortable we can go back to the party, no big deal," he assured me.

"I just feel off," I admitted. I ran my hand along his chest and met his eyes, still feeling some unease. 

"What do you need, Red?" The cogs in my brain clicked at the nickname, realizing what was bothering me.

"Your name," I replied.

"Dylan Graves, yours?"

"Kaelin Graham." He smiled and reached up, brushing a bit of my hair behind my ear.

"Beautiful," he whispered before bringing his lips to mine. The kiss was sensual, but the underlying passion was still there, which quickly led to a shift in the atmosphere. All my nerves were gone and all I could think about was the feeling of his body against mine, my arousal, and how badly I wanted him. His hands trailed along my back before pulling my jacket off, and throwing it into the bedroom. He began to push us back towards the bedroom, before I stopped him.

"You know, a shower could be fun," I hinted. He smiled and pulled us together again. My hand slid along his back as his reached up and unhooked my bra, sliding it off my body. His hand reached up and took my left breast in his hand, massaging the tissue and teasing my nipple. I groaned into the kiss, loving the feel of his hands on my body. He continued tweaking my nipple when I couldn't take it any longer. 

I wanted him, and I wanted him now.

I broke the kiss and pushed him back into the shower. I ripped my skirt off before quickly pulling off his boxer briefs. We paused a moment, enjoying the sight of each other's naked bodies, before lust took us over. He stepped forward and pulled my body against his, dragging me into the shower with him. I reached behind him and felt for the temperature control, jumping when warm water cascaded over our bodies. 

"Your makeup!" I giggled, realizing the water would wash away all his worth.

"I don't care about my makeup," he said, before pulling us together again. I ran my hands along his body, loving the feeling of his muscles under my fingertips. His hands slowly trailed from the edge of my face, along the side of my body, to my hips. His lips trailed from mine to my neck as he slowly pushed me back against the shower wall. I sucked in a breath as my flesh made contact with the cool tile, but Dylan reached behind him to pull the shower head along. He held it up so it was pressed against the wall and the water cascaded over us. 

Dylan began kissing lower, bringing the showerhead with him. I reached out to pull it from his grasp, but he pulled away. He glanced up and smiled, before slipping even lower. He kissed my sternum, my bellybutton, and then my left hip. I spread my legs, inviting him in, assuming I knew what he wanted. I closed my eyes and rested my head against the tile as he kissed my inner thighs, nudging my legs apart even further. He kissed my inner thigh once more as I felt the stream of the water hit my other leg. Dylan sat the showerhead down and wrapped his hands around my hips, and lightly tugged. I followed his lead and slid down the tile wall to rest, legs spread, on the shower floor. 

"Is this too hot?" he asked as he lightly spread the water across my legs. 

"Not at all," I replied. He smiled and moved from his spot between my legs, much to my disappointment. He crawled forward and brought his lips to mine, letting us slip back into our teasing kisses from before. One hand disappeared from my body and brought the stream of the water back upon us. I smiled against his lips, loving the warmth and the feeling of our bodies being together. He pulled us down even further, so I could fully lay down and he could hover over me. I kissed him again as I felt the pressure of the water change to a light mist.

"What are you doing?" I asked against his lips.

"Something I know you're going to love." I slipped my tongue into his mouth as he began to slowly lower the showerhead, and I finally understood what he was trying to do. I spread my legs as wide as I could to allow Dylan to lower the mist until it sat on top of my clit. I felt the familiar twitches that occurred whenever I began to masturbate, and let my body succumb to the pleasure. I used one hand to reach down and tweak a nipple, while the other stretched and wrapped around the head of Dylan's cock. I circled my thumb around his head, while the twitching in my lower body began to intensify. I broke our kiss and leaned into his chest, and lightly moaned. The pressure and temperature of the water were absolutely perfect, and feeling Dylan next to me only made everything better.

I threw my head back and my breathing began to quicken as the twitches were replaced with pulses. I released his cock and my hand covered his, pressing the showerhead against my sensitive clit. I bit my lip and began thrusting against it, letting the beginning stages of my orgasm overtake me. I felt Dylan's hand slip out from under mine and move to my other nipple. I gripped the shower head tighter, feeling the pressure begin to build, my orgasm seconds away. My breathing became even faster, accented with slight moans. I lifted up my upper body, engaging my core, and held my breath as I felt the final pulses before my orgasm over took me. I collapsed against Dylan, squirming under the water. My breathing turned into gasps as spasm after spasm overtook me. I dropped the showerhead and turned into Dylan's chest, letting the last few spasms pass.

"I told you, you'd like it," he whispered in my ear. I laughed and nodded against his chest. He reached up and turned the water off, letting us sit in the steam that had collected. I leaned against the cool tile, catching my breath, as he grabbed us towels. Once I felt my strength return, I stood and began to dry myself off. I flipped my hair to the side and began squeezing out the water when I felt Dylan's arm wrap around me. He lightly kissed my shoulder, then the side of my neck, before whispering in my ear, "there is a perfectly good bed waiting for us. I don't think it'd mind if it got a little wet." He tugged on my shoulder and turned me to face him. I smiled as he brought his lips to mine; the towel I was holding slipped out of my hands, falling to the bathroom floor, as he pulled us backwards into the bedroom.

I felt the bed hit the back of my calves and collapsed onto it, pulling Dylan with me. He laughed and rolled us over, pulling me on top. I leaned deeper into our kiss as I rubbed my clit against the shaft of his cock, letting my wetness flow over him. I pulled away and kissed his cheek.

"You know," I said as I kissed his clavicle. "What you did in the shower, was amazing." I paused and kissed his abs. "How ever did you learn?" I asked as I kissed his hipbone. "If only there were some way I could repay you," I joked before I slipped the head of his cock into my mouth. I ran my tongue along his girth, enjoying the taste of my wetness mixed with his precum. I began sucking on his head while one hand lightly tickled his balls. "Kaelin, I don't know how much longer I'll last if you keep treating me like this," he said. 

I stopped and glanced up, "that's the point," I winked. I licked along his shaft, before returning to his head. I continued a rotation of sucking and teasing, before I began to feel his muscles begin to tense from under me. I wrapped my hand around his shaft and continued sucking on his head, until the first stream of cum hit the back of my throat. I pulled away and used my hand to finish stroking out the remainder of his cum, before Dylan relaxed back into the bed. I crawled back up and leaned into his side, throwing my arm and leg over his chest. 

Dylan rolled over and pushed me onto my back. "You don't really think the night is over, do you?" he asked. I laughed and leaned back, letting him trail kisses down my body.

"I definitely don't anymore," I sighed as he lightly kissed my labia. I opened my legs and relaxed back into the pillow, as Dylan's tongue licked the entrance of my slit. A small shudder passed through me as his tongue trailed from my vagina to my clit. I moved one leg to press against his back, encouraging him further. His hands wrapped around the underside of my legs as his tongue slid inside my vagina, before returning to suck on my clit. I bit my lip and moaned, loving the feeling of another orgasm approaching. I wrapped another leg around his body as I felt two fingers began to press against my g-spot.

"Oh God, Dylan. Just like that, keep going," I purred. I began to moan louder as the pressure within me began building. My legs moved from his back to his head, tightening around him, pushing him further against me. My arms extended outwards, gripping the bedsheets. As the pressure began to build, my hands replaced my grip on his head so I could extend my legs, pointing my toes. Tremors slowly began to pulse through me, and I knew this orgasm would be even better than the one from the shower. 

Dylan paused from sucking my clit and lightly ran his tongue over my now swollen clit, which sent me over the edge. I screamed out in pleasure, as a light sweat broke over my body. His fingers remained on my g-spot, keeping my orgasm going. Every so often he'd run his tongue over my clit, keeping me at my high. My body convulsed in pleasure until I could no longer take it; I reached down and pulled him up, pulling him into a kiss. I wrapped my hands around his neck, and his snaked around my torso. My tongue slipped into his mouth, loving how he tasted like me.

"That was amazing," I whispered into his ear. 

"You're amazing," he replied before pulling me back into a kiss. He released one of his hands and began blindly feeling around the table, searching for one of the condoms we brought. I heard the crinkle as he found one, and ripped the wrapper open. He broke our kiss while he put it on then came back to lean over where I laid. I could feel his cock at the entrance of my vagina, when he paused. "Are you sure?" he asked. I smiled at his concern, pulled his lips to mine, and pressed up into him so he entered me a few inches.

"I'm sure," I assured him. He pushed himself the rest of the way in while pulling me into another kiss. I sucked in a breath against his lips, feeling satisfied. I wrapped my legs around his waist and rested my head back against the pillow, beginning to gasp for air. Dylan's head fell next to mine, so I could hear his quiet grunts with each thrust. I lifted my pelvis to meet his, so with each thrust his cock would hit my g-spot. A satisfactory pressure began to build as Dylan collapsed on top of me. We sat entangled a few moments, so we could catch our breath, until he rolled over. I spread out across the remainder of the bed, trying to cool down. 

Once we calmed down he pulled me towards him and I curled up into his side. I felt my wetness trail along my thigh before reaching a puddle on the bed. Dylan kissed the top of my head, and pulled me closer. I lifted my head and he slowly brought his head down before letting our lips lightly touch. I curled further into his side, trailing circles on his stomach. 

"You know, we do have another condom. It'd be a shame to let it go to waste," Dylan calmly said. I smiled, feeling my vagina pulse at the idea. I sat up and straddled him, bringing out lips together. He sat up and wrapped his hands around my waist while our tongues danced. From beneath me, I felt his cock stiffen. 

I broke our kiss and leaned over to grab the last condom, smoothly rolling it over his shaft. I pushed him back down as I slowly lowered myself onto his cock, sighing with pleasure. I leaned forward and slowly began to grind on him, making sure my clit rubbed against his pelvis with each thrust. I lightly kissed his lips and began to increase my speed. I felt the first tingles of pleasure as I felt his muscles began to clench. I slowed down and paused, before I felt he was good to continue. I pulled myself up a few inches and jammed him as deep into me as I could, causing a tremor to pass through my body. A sigh escaped Dylan's lips as I continued my steady grinding rhythm, feeling the pressure of an impending orgasm begin to rise. Dylan's face contorted with pleasure, so I slowed my grinding down. I was committed that this time we'd both orgasm.

I rolled my clit around his pelvis, holding my pleasure at a steady level, while he calmed down. I continued my grinding motions, feeling my orgasm building. I leaned forward and kissed him as I continued riding him, feeling tremors begin to rip through my body. I extended my arms behind him and began gripping the pillows as he wrapped his hands around my back, pulling us closer. I kept the steady pressure on my clit, and began to increase my thrusting. Once again I raised myself a few inches and lowered myself onto Dylan as deep as I could, setting off my strongest orgasm yet. 

I moaned as a tremor took over my body, causing Dylan to clutch me to his chest. I bucked wildly against his body, causing my clit to still be rubbed as we continued to fuck. A few seconds after my orgasm started, Dylan's followed. I felt his body clench under me and our moans mixed together as our orgasms occurred. I felt him relax, but I was still going. My continued squirming caused my clit to rub on his body, holding me at my high. Once I felt my orgasm was over, my clit would get tweaked and it would send off another wave of tremors. Dylan held me close as I squirmed against him, while I cried out in ecstasy. I felt my vagina begin to clamp around his cock as another wave hit me, making me realize I could take no more. I pushed against his chest and rolled off his body, beginning to shake. 

My body was the perfect mix of pain and pleasure; I could feel my vagina contracting, sending post-orgasm shudders through my body, while my heart pounded in my ears. I couldn't remember how long it'd been since I had one orgasm that great, much less three. I felt the heat radiating from Dylan's body, and could hear him struggle to catch his breath. 

"That was amazing," I said. I turned and looked over at him, meeting his eyes. He smiled and moved closer. He sat up on one elbow, and placed his other arm on my other side before lowering himself for a kiss. There was still the chemistry, still the passion, but this kiss felt different; it felt sweet, caring, and loving. He gave me one more peck before he laid back and I curled into his side. We were covered in sweat, and still coming down from our orgasmic highs, but as we laid there it didn't feel like Dylan was a stranger, he felt like an old lover. 

"How long can we stay here?" I asked.

"Probably all night," he replied. I smiled and snuggled further into his side, loving when he pulled me closer. 

"That's nice of them," I yawned. My high was wearing off, and I was beginning to feel the tug of sleep.

"Do you want to stay? I could leave if you'd prefer."

"Of course I want you to stay!"

"Good, because I don't want to leave." He pulled me closer and kissed the top of my head. I smiled and threw my arm across his chest. He reached down and began pulling the blankets out from underneath us, tucking us in. I wasn't sure if it was Dylan's persona, our playful banter, or my three orgasms, but as I laid there drifting off, I realized I wanted more than one day; I realized I didn't want this party to be the end for Dylan and me. 

I wanted it to be the beginning.

And as he pulled me closer before he began to snore, I couldn't help but believe he felt the same way.